Death of a butterfly
It was a fear that held you so near
so petrified to not be with you
an aching heart that needed your love so
You were a butterfly trapped whole. between the pages of a pressed book
dying quickly with no glancing look
Soft to the touch a delicate silkiness of your skin, beautiful by chance a pride of your kin, our eyes met a hypnotic trance caught in a whirlwind trapped in a dance.
breathing at last a heart beating fast. energy drained, shattered like glass.
Precious memories to last forever
of moments passing in the wind
recurring thoughts fleeting through history
at once became a bitter end
long lost love with no message to say
despise the fool who's not even a friend.